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we were naked... not just in the trivial fashion after *** or how our clothes formed a mosaic on my floor we were naked... not just in a way that i could see sweat beads glistening on her perfect body or how the orange hue on her skin had become my horizon we were naked.. the walls around my heart had just been shattered. my definition of living had just been altered we were naked.. our muscles promised us of a million aches to come the next morning she smiled as i puff out two more smoke rings i could see our future in that haze we were naked.. yes naked, no facades or lies to cover our flaws no bolts to lock our secrets behind four walls we were naked.. she was like sunlight coming through a broken glass in a winter day beautiful, warm ,soothing and all those other romantic cliches we were naked.. the morning she decided to leave i had gone too close to the broken glass to feel the sun rays in the bliss of her beauty i didn't realize the warmth on my hand was the blood trickling down from my wrist. she left me naked.. stripped me of my dreams and fantasies stripped me of the walls that protected me stripped me of the strength i found in my vulnerability stripped of that touch which comforted me..
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
we were naked..
we were naked... not just in the trivial fashion after *** or how our clothes formed a mosaic on my floor we were naked... not just in a way that i could see sweat beads glistening on her perfect body or how the orange hue on her skin had become my horizon we were naked.. the walls around my heart had just been shattered. my definition of living had just been altered we were naked.. our muscles promised us of a million aches to come the next morning she smiled as i puff out two more smoke rings i could see our future in that haze we were naked.. yes naked, no facades or lies to cover our flaws no bolts to lock our secrets behind four walls we were naked.. she was like sunlight coming through a broken glass in a winter day beautiful, warm ,soothing and all those other romantic cliches we were naked.. the morning she decided to leave i had gone too close to the broken glass to feel the sun rays in the bliss of her beauty i didn't realize the warmth on my hand was the blood trickling down from my wrist. she left me naked.. stripped me of my dreams and fantasies stripped me of the walls that protected me stripped me of the strength i found in my vulnerability stripped of that touch which comforted me..
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
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